Bob lay awake in bed. He hadn’t orgasmed tonight, just faked it. Though Helen had seemed to have fun, he was bored. He had been having sex every day and night with his wife, Helen, and daughter Violet since he had jump-started his sex life four months previous. Helen lay asleep by his side. He looked at her. She was beautiful, and so was his daughter, but a man gets tired of the same pussies every time. He absent-mindedly slung his arm over his wife’s quietly sleeping, naked body. She woke up, and he withdrew quickly, remembering that his arm weighed more in muscle now than it had a year ago in fat.
She turned to him, sleepily.
“Honey…” she began.
“I didn’t cum tonight,” he blurted. “It just isn’t as special as the first time with Violet and Dash anymore.”
“I didn’t cum either, sweetie. I’ve been humouring you lately, not really enjoying myself.”
“Me too!” He was happy he wouldn’t have to keep up the charade anymore, but slightly upset that he had been faking orgasms off and on for two weeks for nothing.
“We need to spice it up, somehow.” She rubbed his cock gently. It barely tensed up at all, hanging lazily from her grip. She released it and sighed. They stared up at the ceiling, thinking.
“Wait a second.”
“What, Bob? Think of something?”
“Yeah. Remember Mirage from last year?”
“Of course…are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She turned to Bob and met his smile with one of her own. “For weeks, I couldn’t stand the thought of you not sharing her cute little ass with me. Threesome?”
Bob just smiled. “Go to sleep now honey,” he said, (more...)